The fresh spring clouds across all earth their glistening pearls profuse now sow;

 The flowers, too, all appearing, forth the radiance of their beauty show.

Of mirth and joy 'tis now the time, the hour to wander to and fro;

The palm-tree o'er the fair ones' picnic gay its grateful shade doth throw.

 O Liege, come forth! from end to end with verdure doth the whole earth glow;

 'Tis springtide now again, once more the tulips and the roses blow.

Behold the roses, how they shine, e'en like the cheeks of maids most fair;

The fresh-sprung hyacinth shows like to beauties' dark, sweet, musky hair.

The loved one's form behold, like cypress which the streamlet's bank doth bear;